Bristol Palin went to Saddle Ranch in West Hollywood, which is, from what I can tell, a nice place to go and have dinner and some drinks. There’s also a mechanical bull there, so if you feel like it, you can get your Urban Cowboy on.
After Bristol fell from the bull, a man at the bar yelled out, “You ride Levi like that?”
It was all downhill from there. Be advised, there’s some NSFW language in here:
My first thought after that was, “I’ve seen a lot bigger men get knocked out for a lot less than that.”
And then I realized what I was watching. Bristol Palin was engaged in some old fashioned Rule #1 action:
Rule 1: Whenever you get the opportunity to play with someone’s mind, you take that opportunity and run with it.
This is a rule Andrew and I have cultivated into an art form. So has Bristol Palin, it seems.
That man is filled with hate and rage. Bristol can see that, having probably seen it in other places she’s gone, and she played off hate and rage until the man was a frothing train wreck of obscenities.
I mean, what else could she have been doing? She wasn’t actually trying to reason with this man, was she? What could she hope to accomplish by doing that? The man’s clearly a Level 20 jerk.
So instead, she played him. Well done, my dear. Well done.
That being said, a well placed right cross would have been the icing on the cake at the end, when he leaned forward and started screaming in her face. If anyone had it coming, he did.